' DEFILED PRIEST - ORS '

Oh, my cry is a wounded cry,
the hot tears boil the seas,
my feet shaken,
my wrist wrangling with fear.

The priesthood has defamed Christ again,
Christians are dancing in turmoil,
in disguise of chastened iniquities,
confirmed by withdrawal of the poor.

Heaven, bear me witness,
the cloud cover my cents,
the little I have given
that they judge me not to death.

The religiosity is dieting in sin
since politics has taken the altars.
Behold, that day cometh!
Heavens will mourn the above lines.

Therefore, I beseech the gods of love
to guide the sanctuary of sanctity...
That blood mongers won't dare close...
The peace of my heart be eased again.

Author Kelly JUUZ.
(A salient prolific author...)
05/12/2018
12:20AM

This piece exposes the materialistic favouritism in politics,how politics has begun to cease the realness of churches on earth. The poet therefore prays that the gods of love guide them rightly.